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Food That Smiles Back At You!
Photo Meme: Food (Thursday Challenge)
Just What I Need
"Here's the drill: You google '[your name] needs', except of course that you replace [your name] with, well, your name. Then you look at the search results, and you laugh. (You might want to turn on the 'Family filter' or whatever it is that Google calls that. Because there are apparently some people out there who think you need stuff that, uh, you don't need. Or at least, you probably don't want to read about needing it on the Internet.)"
1. Firefly is a wonderful person and she needs our help.
I couldn't agree with this statement more. This is starting out rather nicely.
2. Firefly is all about gas.
What?! How rude!
3. Firefly needs ownership of producing oil fields.
Yes, yes I do. Then we can move away from here. Californy is the place we ought to be. We'll load up the truck and move to Beverly. Hills, that is. (I'd love to take a dip in a cement pond right about now.)
4. Firefly needs stitches after her encounter with the crocodile.
Funny, I have no recollection of this encounter. I must have blocked it all out. I'm afraid to look for the stitches. Crocodiles aren't even native to North America, are they? Did I leave the country without knowing it? This opens up far too many questions about me.
5. Firefly needs the original plus two additional copies of the backup along with just one requisition.
Now, really, I am not that uptight. Am I?
6. Firefly needs photographs of Mother Beasley.
Yes, everyone please send me pictures of Mother Beasley. I would really like to be able to greet her kindly, if I should pass her on the street.
7. Firefly needs additional coaching and training on how to take the time to be friendlier on the phone.
I think my friends will disagree here. I am far too friendly on the phone and often leave people wishing they had never picked up the phone, I fear.
8. Firefly needs her best friend back.
How does Google get its information? This one is a little creepy. Sharon, call me immediately. I'll send you some money for the bill.
9. Firefly is in deep need of a chill pill it seems.
Well, this one may be true. According to the article I linked to in my previous post, I am in sore need of some Paxil.
10. Firefly needs to go to a Batman book. ANY Batman book.
This one seemed a little cryptic to me. Once I get to a Batman book, what should I do next?
11. Firefly needs to be taken seriously for many reasons.
Yes, I most certainly do. Quit laughing at me. Don't think I can't hear you!
12. Every woman needs to know Firefly.
Maybe...But I might find it a little overwhelming.
I'm not going to try to tag anyone this time, but please let me know if you do this so I can check out your blog. I have put the directions in my comments for anyone who wants to cut and paste them to their blog. Have fun!
Visiting The Hundred Acre Wood
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Small
Photo Meme: Small (Thursday Challenge)
A Little Visitor
This little cousin of Jenny Wren, the Carolina Wren, paid us a visit yesterday. Caroline somehow made her way through the screen on our back porch and found herself quite excited upon finding she could not make her way back out again. Our cat was extremely excited, too. Sam quite forgot he had a cat door that would allow him to join Caroline. He just sat there on the other side of the sliding glass door, making little chip-chip-chipping sounds, and swishing his fluffy white tail across the wood floor. We, of course, took pity on poor Caroline, closed the cat door, and opened the back porch door. It makes us wonder if she was looking for a nesting place between the roof and the ceiling of the porch. When we first moved to our home, there wasn't a door off of the back porch. Nature seemed to find it a cozy haven as we found several nests between the partially exposed roof and the plywood ceiling. We also found a rather large black snake sitting next to our four-year-old one day. You can see why I insisted on a porch door.
AMONG the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the little Wren's
In snugness may compare.
No door the tenement requires,
And seldom needs a laboured roof;
Yet is it to the fiercest sun
Impervious, and storm-proof.
So warm, so beautiful withal,
In perfect fitness for its aim,
That to the Kind by special grace
Their instinct surely came.
And when for their abodes they seek
An opportune recess,
The hermit has no finer eye
For shadowy quietness.
These find, 'mid ivied abbey-walls,
A canopy in some still nook;
Others are pent-housed by a brae
That overhangs a brook.
There to the brooding bird her mate
Warbles by fits his low clear song;
And by the busy streamlet both
Are sung to all day long.
Or in sequestered lanes they build,
Where, till the flitting bird's return,
Her eggs within the nest repose,
Like relics in an urn.
But still, where general choice is good,
There is a better and a best;
And, among fairest objects, some
Are fairer than the rest;
This, one of those small builders proved
In a green covert, where, from out
The forehead of a pollard oak,
The leafy antlers sprout;
For She who planned the mossy lodge,
Mistrusting her evasive skill,
Had to a Primrose looked for aid
Her wishes to fulfil.
High on the trunk's projecting brow,
And fixed an infant's span above
The budding flowers, peeped forth the nest
The prettiest of the grove!
The treasure proudly did I show
To some whose minds without disdain
Can turn to little things; but once
Looked up for it in vain:
'Tis gone--a ruthless spoiler's prey,
Who heeds not beauty, love, or song,
'Tis gone! (so seemed it) and we grieved
Indignant at the wrong.
Just three days after, passing by
In clearer light the moss-built cell
I saw, espied its shaded mouth;
And felt that all was well.
The Primrose for a veil had spread
The largest of her upright leaves;
And thus, for purposes benign,
A simple flower deceives.
Concealed from friends who might disturb
Thy quiet with no ill intent,
Secure from evil eyes and hands
On barbarous plunder bent,
Rest, Mother-bird! and when thy young
Take flight, and thou art free to roam,
When withered is the guardian Flower,
And empty thy late home,
Think how ye prospered, thou and thine,
Amid the unviolated grove
Housed near the growing Primrose-tuft
In foresight, or in love.
The Twenty-Third Post
1. Search your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (this is meant to say something about you).
4. Post that sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five people to do the same.
I am sure that Pat felt that my blog held some great promise for just such a meme. Unfortunately, after manually searching my blog for the twenty-third post, I came up with this:
"Lily has finally decided to work on her hook rug and Clara is playing her lap harp."
Hmmm...What to think, what to think? An entire post of self-absorption and we find the first and probably the last sentence that isn't about me. As a matter of fact, it doesn't say anything about me at all. Except, perhaps, that I knew someone named Lily who was working on a hook rug and someone named Clara who was playing a lap harp on that particular day. How disappointing. I would have much preferred a sentence that exposed some deep revelation about myself. Something that I had entirely missed.
Well, here's hoping it turns out better for those of you buzzing around The Beehive, living the good, peasant life at Bona Vita Rusticanda Est (sorry, my Latin's a little rusticanda) , huddled together in The Common Room, hanging out at Dewey's Treehouse, and lastly, for Sprittibee. Have fun!
And to think I bumped down a perfectly nice picture of a flower for this.
Golden
Photo Meme: Golden (Thursday Challenge)
